I've been trying to figure out how to de-identify this blog so I won't find it necessary to password protect since it seems like it will be a bigger ordeal to send out invitations.  But as many of you know, my minutes are highly accounted for, and even figuring out how to get my name from showing up as the person who posted is really complicated.  what's up with that?

Last night I accidently sliced Liam's finger with my nail getting him dressing.  I didn't realize how bad it was, and I don't think he realized it either until he saw it.  The things that he said afterward just boggled by mind though.

"Mommy, you did this. You hurt me.  Say you're sorry.  It's going to hurt tomorrow.  It's okay. I have a bandaid.  Look.  Don't ever do this again. I'm going to tell Ms. Meghan. I love you. It was an accident." And the look in his eyes was just concerned.  Mom, I can't believe you hurt me... we need to work through this and hash it out.....so mature in his response.

got to go, poopy diaper.